Problem was, Molly had been claiming she was pregnant since the very next morning. As if that wasn’t enough, she insisted they talk about it every hour of every day. She called him incessantly. To the point he had to turn his phone off at night from time to time to block her out. Considering his job required him to be available at all times, it was a risk, but at the moment, he didn’t really give a shit. The woman was driving him fucking crazy.
“Have you seen the pregnancy test?”
Baz’s gaze snapped over to JJ. “What?”
“Molly. Did she show you the pregnancy test?”
Baz turned his attention back to the road. There was no way he could have this conversation with JJ. Hell, he didn’t want to talk about it with anyone, but certainly not with the woman he loved more than life. Despite what had happened, despite what he’d done, Baz still wanted things to work between him and JJ, and he was hoping one day she could forgive him.
JJ sighed. “Come on, Baz. We’re friends. You can talk to me.”
Baz shook his head.
“It’s not like you can change what happened,” JJ said, her tone soft. “But we can move forward, right? As friends?”
He gripped the steering wheel harder, held his tongue.
His phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Molly’s name, as though the woman knew they were talking about her. Or rathernottalking about her.
Baz exhaled heavily, hit the button to decline the call.
“Probably be easier to park at the high school or the elementary,” JJ said when he began searching for parking spots along Main Street.
He focused on finding a spot, relaxing when he saw someone climbing into their car. A second later, they were pulling out, but before Baz could get close enough, another car pulled in.
“Nice Mustang,” JJ said, glancing at the car as they passed. “What is that? Like a ’69?”
“’65,” Baz corrected, glancing at the car as they passed.
“How can you tell?”
“’69s are bigger.”
“I didn’t realize you were into old cars.”
He was into a lot of things she didn’t know about, but Baz kept that comment to himself.
“My brother bought a ’69 Mustang when he was in high school,” JJ said. “Total piece of shit. He was bound and determined he would restore it to its original glory. He got it runnin’ but that was about it.”
Baz glanced over. JJ never talked about her family and certainly not about her brother. He knew from Brantley that JJ’s brother, Jeremy, had taken his own life, but try as he might, he could never get JJ to open up about it.
“What happened to it?”
JJ glanced out the window. “During one of his dark periods, he sold it. Said it wasn’t worth the time and effort.” JJ pointed. “There’s a spot.”
Baz parked the truck, hating that it not only signified they’d made it to their destination but also that it had ended the one and only conversation he’d ever had with JJ where she’d revealed anything about herself.
Chapter Four
Reese was surprised by how much heenjoyed spending the day at the park.
He hadn’t been thrilled with the idea when he’d suggested it to Brantley after being encouraged by Iris, but he was glad she’d roped him into it. They’d managed to win probably two dozen stuffed animals, all of which were donated to various kids they encountered, including two of Travis’s who’d been catching a nap, snuggled up together in an oversized wagon and draped with blankets.
They’d spent the first half hour greeting people as though they were long-lost friends, when in reality, they’d probably said hello a couple of times during the past week. After all, Coyote Ridge was a small town and people tended to congregate like family.
Several people had asked about their recent case, hearing about it on the news since it had touched so close to home with JJ’s house blowing up. They shared what they could, obviously leaving out the part where they had tied it to the woman responsible for kidnapping Travis’s daughter back in September.
It wasn’t that Reese didn’t think people should be aware, or more accurately keep an eye out, but he knew any and all talk would get back to Travis and his family. Today was about enjoying time outside, together, friends and family. No sense ruining a perfectly good day.
